Author: Falling Panda

Hu Bayi and the others took a few steps back in unison. This thing looked very evil.

Fatty Wang swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "What is this? Could it be."

"This is a burial coffin." Song Xing said calmly.

Hu Bayi frowned and said, "Why is the coffin buried here?"

The scene in front of him made Hu Bayi very confused. According to the rules of Feng Shui tombs, any scene such as old trees or Dushan around wood and stone will be regarded as an evil environment, and people must not be buried.

What's more, this old tree is the first of the five evils in the ghost house, and the coffin is still hanging in the air, which completely violates the Feng Shui theory of our ancestors.

However, it is thought that the Feng Shui of the Chonggu Valley where King Xian returned to hermitage is excellent. It has a unique water dragon halo and is rumored to be like a fairy cave.

Hu Bayi intuitively believed that the crystal coffin they saw could not be explained according to normal Feng Shui theory. Perhaps it was an accompanying tomb of a certain main tomb.

Hu Bayi told his conjecture. Shirley Yang and Fatty Wang thought it made sense. The three of them looked at Song Xing, wanting to wait for him to handle the coffin.

Song Xing's various methods are too incredible.

It looked like an ancient tree, so how did he know there was a coffin hanging in the middle of the tree?

Compared to his unpredictable means, which shattered a tree dozens of meters high with one palm, it was not that conspicuous.

Song Xing brushed the jade coffin with one hand, and the red jade coffin flew up as light as a feather and landed in the open space.

Then the coffin lid automatically popped open, revealing the contents inside.

San Hu Ba looked around, but to his surprise, it was filled with red plasma and had a strong herbal smell.

While several people were in a trance, blood slowly emerged from a well-preserved corpse.

The face of the corpse was covered with a pure gold mask, and it held a dragon and tiger scepter in its hand. The mask and scepter were covered with sacrificial patterns.

Shirley Yang stared at the patterns on the mask and guessed that the corpse was a high priest during his lifetime.

The fact that the high priest can accompany the tomb shows that the owner of the main tomb has an unusual status. Perhaps he is the king they have been looking for for a long time.

"Hey, come and see, there are patterns on this coffin." Fatty Wang was not interested in the corpse, and instead looked around the coffin lid.

Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang gathered around and stared at the pattern on the coffin lid: "This may be the mausoleum map. Let's see if there are any clues on it to the king's tomb."

Song Xing didn't look at the coffin lid, but kept staring at the red jade coffin body carefully. Just when Hu Bayi and the other three turned their heads, several red fleshy bodies protruded from the blood-red liquid in the coffin.

Nematodes are attacking Song Xing.

Song Xing was obviously not interested in these low-level attacks. He didn't even raise his hand. He used only his body-protecting Qi to shake these insects into blood mist.

The terrifying scream before the insect died alarmed Hu Bayi and the others.

When the three of them turned around, they saw more red threadworms emerging from the blood, and their expressions suddenly changed.

Song Xing, however, had no patience to play with these insects. He raised his right hand and slashed out with a powerful force.

Before the bugs could get out of the coffin, Qi Jin had already struck the coffin, and the fierce murderous intent passed through the coffin and directly killed all the life inside.

The coffin cracked open, and all the blood-red liquid flowed out, quickly soaking into the ground, leaving only the broken coffin and the body.

"Why are there weird things everywhere in this damn place?" Seeing that there was no danger anymore, the fat man put down his submachine gun and couldn't help but curse.

Originally they were planning to rest here, but now that they saw this strange coffin, the three of them had no intention of resting and decided to travel all night.

At Song Xing's reminder, Hu Bayi took off the dragon and tiger scepter from the corpse.

"We are looking for a valley. If you know the way, please lead the way."

Song Xing sat on the Great Eagle Owl, pointed at the dark forest, and said lightly.

"Master Song, this is a bird, how can it possibly understand human speech?" As soon as Fatty Wang said this, he saw the eagle owl chirping, striding forward with its huge paws, and he was stunned.

Although the eagle owl was not flying, it was still running extremely fast. Even if Hu Bayi and the other two people hung all their salutes on it, they still ran like crazy to keep up with it.

In this way, under the resentful eyes of Fatty Wang, the group of people ran for half the night, and before dawn, they appeared in front of the mouth of a deep valley.

There are two huge rocks covered with vines at the mouth of the valley, guarding the valley like two door gods.

The terrain in the valley is flat but completely silent. There is no movement or life in it, and it is filled with white miasma.

Hu Bayi took out the compass, but there was still no movement on the pointer. It was obviously still disturbed by the magnetic field.

"Master Song, what should I do next? Can you tell me by divination?" Fatty Wang stepped forward and said.

Song Xing got down from the Eagle Owl, reached out and took out a few copper coins, scattered them casually, took a look and said: "Gen is the mountain, Kun is the lake, Dui is the water, the mountains and rivers intersect, the four phenomena have changed. The direction is right.

, you should have found the right place."

Fatty Wang immediately understood: "Oh, let's go into the valley. I think the feng shui here is very suitable for burial. I guess the tomb of King Xian is inside."

Song Xing nodded and patted the Eagle Owl's wings: "Good performance. You can't resist these miasmas. Let's go."

The eagle owl, as if it had been granted amnesty, chirped, touched Song Xing's shoulder with its head, and then flew away without looking back.

"Let's go!"

Song Xing was the first to step into the valley.

"Hey, gas mask!"

Before Fatty Wang could finish shouting, Song Xing had already disappeared into the white mist.

The three of them were so frightened that they put on gas masks and followed Song Xing into the white mist.

After catching up for a few steps, the three of them saw Song Xing's back, and saw a scene that frightened them even more.

The poisonous white mist in the valley seemed to be blocked by an invisible barrier when it came within a foot of Song Xing, unable to get close to Song Xing at all.

Fatty Wang's dull voice came from behind the mask: "Even if this is a rice dumpling, it is also the fairy among rice dumplings. With this ability, it is really going to cause harm to the world. Who can stop it!"

Invincible with fists and feet, not afraid of swords, guns and poisons, if such a person is not an immortal, who is an immortal?

Insects are flying around in the Insect Valley, and the surrounding environment is also very strange.

The three of them followed Song Xing cautiously and saw many stone carvings from the King Xian period along the way. The red soil at the bottom of the stone carvings was mixed with the smell of maggots and herbs.

Hu Bayi guessed that in order to protect the tombs of many emperors from being destroyed by ants, insects, and snakes, they would usually bury insect-repelling secret medicine near the main tomb. The red soil they saw should be the insect-breaking tunnel, used to protect the mountain temples here.

According to historical records, toads are the symbol of the entrance to ancient Dian Kingdom ruins, which means that as long as they find the mountain temple, they will enter the ruins of King Xian's Tomb.

After walking for almost two hours, everyone passed through the highly toxic white mist forest and arrived in a relatively safe environment.

At this point, the interference from the magnetic field began to be intermittent, and the compass in Hu Bayi's hand finally responded.

Relying on the compass that worked sometimes and sometimes failed, Hu Bayi finally had the opportunity to use the dragon-seeking technique and gold-dividing acupuncture technique made famous by Mojin Xiaowei. With his full exertion, he really found a narrow entrance.

After entering, I discovered that there is a lot of things inside.

It is supported by several stone pillars to look like a temple. It is covered with vines, but you can still vaguely see its outline.

Pushing open the stone door and entering the main hall, there is no sense of solemnity here, only the clay statues on the altar are still lifelike.

The clay statue holds a wine gourd in its left hand and a toad in its right hand.

Hu Bayi judged from the toad's sign that this should be the mountain temple.

Finding the mountain temple means that you are not far from the Tomb of King Xian!
Chapter completed!